Gloom, meet Doom.

…And his cohorts: Ill-Fated and Jinxed.

…And his twitchy cousins: Collywobbles, Jitters and Fret.

Yep, the whole gang of miscreants showed up in my head yesterday and staged a mourn-in.

Every worry I hadn’t had about adopting my potcake, I had Sunday. In folds. Bad, bad company to keep.

But they’ve moved on this morning and shouldn’t be back.

I hope…

Crap.

Pardon me while I go shove the refrigerator in front of the door, just in case.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe